Total pages in book: 77
Estimated words: 75241 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 376(@200wpm)___ 301(@250wpm)___ 251(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 75241 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 376(@200wpm)___ 301(@250wpm)___ 251(@300wpm)
“Feels so good,” he said. “Please don’t stop.”
I hummed around his cock and teased his slick hole with a finger.
“Need you inside me. Fuck me. Please fuck me.”
I pulled off his cock and looked up at him. “Jesus you’re beautiful when you beg, princess.”
“I’ll do anything, just let me come.”
“Will you? Because what I want is for you to keep yourself safe, to not walk away from me, to trust me. I also want you to stay still and take this. I want you to be quiet and wait until I tell you to come.”
“I… I can’t…”
“Yes. You. Can.” I teased his hole, circling the rim with my fingers but not pushing in the way he wanted me to. “I could toy with you all night and never let you come.”
“Is this how you keep your clients safe?”
I snarled at him. “Most of my clients listen because they want to survive.”
“You don’t usually do jobs like this, do you?”
“I do whatever job needs to be done.”
“And you never fuck up?”
I wished to God that was true. “If I shoot, I hit my mark.”
“But you…” he sucked in his breath as I pushed a finger into him. “You always keep your hands off.”
“At least until the job is done.” With the exception of Thomas, and that had ended in disaster.
I pushed deeper into Lane, adding another finger.
“Yes. More.”
I pulled out and pushed in harder.
His eyes met mine as I continue to finger-fuck him. “You know I’m not going to let you come yet, right?”
“Doesn’t stop me from wanting it.”
“I don’t think anything would.”
He shook his head. “Me either.”
And that meant we were both fucked.
16
Lane
I looked up at Giorgio. A lot of his hair had come loose from his ponytail and damp strands of hair framed his face. I wanted to reach up, push them back, and wipe the sweat from his forehead, but I knew if I moved he’d pull his fingers from my ass and leave me wanting.
He was right. I wasn’t going to stop wanting him. This thing between us wasn’t something a fast fuck could cure. I wanted him in a way I’d never wanted anyone. I was never going to be a shy, sweet submissive, but I loved when he gave me commands. I was a willing slut for him, even if I needed to fight him first.
“If there’s nothing we can do to stop this thing between us, we might as well enjoy it.”
“I am enjoying it. I’m enjoying showing you who’s in charge.”
“Control freak.”
“Brat.”
“Fuck me.”
He growled. “When I’m ready.”
“You know you want to watch your cock disappear inside me as you enjoy your handprints on my ass and think about how much you liked spanking me and hearing me cry.”
“Jesus, you are really something else.”
I grinned at him. “You want me.”
He let his gaze run over my body. “I have you.”
The heat in his eyes made my dick throb. “Fuck yes.”
He continued working his fingers in and out of my ass before curling them to press against my prostate. The pleasure was so intense it made me dizzy. I was so damn close to coming. He kept going, dragging his fingers over my prostate again and again. Just as I was sure my climax was inevitable, he pulled out.
I opened my eyes to see him grinning wickedly at me.
“You can’t fucking leave me like this.”
Giorgio chuckled. “You really don’t understand how this works, do you?
“I understand that I’m going fucking crazy. My ass hurts. My dick hurts, and I want you inside me. I want to feel my ass burn as you stretch me open. I want to feel your cum slide out of me. I want you to fucking feed it to me when you’re done.”
“Where did you learn to talk so filthy?”
“It’s a natural talent.”
He wrapped a hand around my cock and started to work me. The pleasure was so sharp it hurt.
“Do you know what I’m naturally talented at?”
“Being an asshole?”
He laughed. “Torturing and killing.”
“Fuck.” I wanted to keep talking because I knew it drove him crazy, but I couldn’t say anything. He held my gaze as he worked me, and there was something in his eyes, something that wasn’t lust or possessiveness or dominance, something that was much more vulnerable.
He started moving his hand faster, and I couldn’t think about anything but how much I needed this. I worked my hips, driving my cock into the circle of his hand. I was so close. Right there. If he would just take off the fucking cock ring. Why had I told him I had one?
Because you wanted to see how far he would push you. You wanted to find out if you have any limits with him at all.
When Giorgio let go and sat back, I bit my lip to keep myself from demanding more. I wanted to act like he wasn’t getting to me, like I didn’t need it as badly as I did, but I’d never been good at pretending. That’s why things hadn’t lasted long with Alan.